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2024-09-28 16:00:47Today I have to babysit little Amanda.
I started babysitting as a job when I was sixteen, so I could start saving some money.
And yes, sometimes, well, rarely, I can act mature and responsible too. Even though the times I’ve actually been like that can be counted on one hand. But on the hand of someone who’s lost at least two fingers.
I go to the kitchen to grab something to eat. Or to empty the cupboard. Depends on your perspective.
I pull out a tub of ice cream from the freezer. Then I open the cupboard and grab a pack of paprika chips.
Uh, but usually, chip bags are made up of eighty percent air, five percent broken and really broken chip crumbs, and finally only fifteen percent actual chips, which are always either too salty or have no salt at all.
After my little reflection, I decide to take two packs of chips, not just one.
In the end, it’ll be like I only ate one pack anyway.
Then I grab a pack of cooki
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